/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>65635
*accepts high five*

A>"His shoulders have devices which intercept the first successful incoming attack!" shouts the shadows from underneath Kiynen, as well as some whispered conversation.
T>"He can teleport immediately, better than I can, even against a successful attack, but only once per moment!" Thez calls from the Bog fight.
"The others haven't even joined the fight. These allies of yours - these are them, correct? - they're being pressed by only one ranking house member. Oh their trick with homosexual marital union worked well enough, but it surely backfired. They're about to be swarmed with a legion of foes they cannot begin to fight against. Its a pity, and a wonder, that they're only appearing now." Bog continues to goad Thez, flitting in and out of invisibility.
A>"Doesn't one of you faggots have a Magic Circle against Law or some shit?" Addy curses.
T>"Hissatsu"

>>65638
"Good idea"
*protection from law*

>>65636
"Bitch Please. None of these jokers could stand even a moment against the Denver Broncos, and that Russian dancer girl that came out ahead had to flee to keep from getting raped by the drunken midget."

>>65640
"Druken what"?
*cast storm of vengeance over the fiends*

So DZ has taken only 1 actual hit so far, the others are unharmed, and unnumbered so far, but its apparently several by a quick glance.
>>65641
Which fiends? The mass of angry ones coming in from one direction, or the bored badasses in another?
Pic related is party situation. Orange is Trump/Fae (to be determined). Yellow is Torcuil, Green is Stix, the rest should be obvious, though Lenos has the gold stripes. The above lines are distant targets, with the blue being the cone of cold casters, and the yellow being DZ. The red arrows indicate the threshold of wave of aggravated devils who have been deprived their homosexuality.

[1d20+18 = 19]
[1d20+38 = 46]
>>65639
>>65641
In order. As Infernius starts to cast the circle, Lenos steps in and interrupts his somatic gestures, grabbing his hands and diverting the paths.
Rolling called touch grapple and spellcraft checks on Lenos' behalf

>>65642
The the mass of futball fags.
"Tracy keep dancing queen over there off me for a bit"
>>65643
Lenos was grappling me?

That's surprising. Lenos did a less-than superior augmentation. Huh. Well, what was initially going to be Infernius' Circle v. Law is instead being rendered as a conical slice at specific radiuses. It was going to be a sperical subsection, which gets more bonuses, but for the time being, there is what appears to be a cylinder of energy surrounding the party's formation.

>>65645
Nice

>>65646
If you imagine the center of the planet being the tip of the cone, and you imagine the area around the party at a square, the vertical elevation being approximately equal to circular diameter, respective the slight variance to the conical increase. Its not as solid as a sphere, but it beats the heck out of a circle.

Here's a rough rendering of the difference in circles versus conical subsections existing structures. For one, there's death from above. Circles have no ceilings, and can therefore be exploited.

>>65648
Badass

>>65649
"One of these days I'll explain the quantum-mechanics of spherical boundaries," Lenos says loomingly, his dragon form preventing the correct motions.

>>65650
So about all thise saves

>>65651
The dice was a grapple check, to determine if he was able to force Infernius to move properly. The spellcraft check was a fail, reducing it to conical form (it was going to be spherical form)

[1d20+11 = 17]
>>65611
Did I hear reflex?

>>65653
Torcuil already passed his reflex save, I rolled for him on the spot. Its a good thing too, cuz he would be dead again with a roll like that. Wait, he gets a +11 modifier? Oh right, buffs. Okay. He rolled a 17 anyway, so flying colors.

>>65654
Glad he isn't dying again

Rare dubs

Those who have particpated and those who have followed, the story is reaching an obvious and inescapable resolution. Its hard to work one's self around such resolutions, and so instead, let us jump forward (or back, in this case) in time to where the party will find its self. Through a grand display of divergent magics, Thez has sent the party back to their originating place in the past, but they are not alone. With them, future-Thez sent Addy, as well as an extremely omenous scroll.

Work with me here, I'm trying to put the story at a more open-ended spot. We can resolve the previous later. Xp

>>65659
Are they again surrounded by blacks on all sides?

>>65659
YAY ADDY

"Okay, roll call time. Who isn't dead?"
>"I am totally dead"

>>65661
"Uh me, although my back is kill, me cant move."

"I'm alive, I think.."

>>65663
>>65662
"Okay that's 4 for 7, anyone else?"

Alright, enough procrastination on my part. Returning to the scene in Hell, where 2 battles occur simultaneously between the party at large and a huge assortment of devils, and between Thez and Bog. Most recently, Bog had gone invisible to taunt Thez and draw out the battle. Having avoided attacking before and using only the simplest of spells, Bog felt content to watch what he expected would be the remainder of the party's demise.

Meanwhile Infernius had just completed a magic cylinder against the looming wave of devils in a frenzy. Just outside the boundary of the cylinder, crazed green beasts, corrupted insects, the most hellish of gargoyles, and a variety of other pace, loom, and surround the party. They are unable to cross the threshold, but they have the party totally surrounded.
Firing 2 shots into the group (cuz when there's that many its not a question of whether you hit something or not) Stix manages to kill one with a well-placed shot to the eye, and anger another one with a torso hit.
As the party analyzes their situation Lenos, in full dragon from says something to Kiynen in their native tongue. She smiles back at him and he says (this time in common) "Get to the center!"
Not waiting for acknowledgement, both dragons leap into the air (technically outside the field, but that's irrelevant) and in a spinning display cover the surrounding area in napalm and acid. Many creatures dive, twist, leap, and escape the spiralling wave of dragon fury, but a great many do not. Melting both from fire and from acid, easily half of the menacing group is quickly reduced to waste, and the remaining collection - as well as their apparent lords/leaders - is suddenly far less confident. As is Bog.
As steam an odor seep from the twisted masses and ruined bodies, Thez looks back toward where Bog had disappeared from.
"Peace has cost you your strength! Victory has defeated you!"
"IMPUDENT,...!" Bog roars in response.
He begins to start chanting, and as he does so 6 3' spheres appear in a hexagonal formation in front of him. Thez immediately leaps toward him, to close the distance. Gradually appearing, the magic of his newly chanted spell dispelling his invisibility, Bog holds forth his other hand and fires a fireball directly toward her. This one however doesn't come close to her, instead it explodes in between the two of them, filling the air with flame and granting momentary concealment.
Completing his spell, Bog launches the six fiery orbs at Thez' position, certain that the visual disruption would have prevented her from seeing him complete and launch the spell and also convinced that she wouldn't be foolish enough to jump into a fireball explosion.
Well, he was half right. As the fireball exploded before coming near, her immediate thought was to dive right through it, but knowing he had already started casting something she decided it would be better to avoid emerging from the fire to take an even worse spell to the face. <whooooof> porting underneath his last position, she uppercuts him in the taint, performing a Stunning Fist/Juuken, connecting solidly and completely, both from the surprise, and second from the True Strike spell she had cast on herself, just in case.
A thunderous <CRACK> splits through the whole of the area, and Bog drops down on one knee from the stunning impact, as the 6 Meteors (you got that that was Meteor Swarm right?) explode harmlessly around where Thez had been.
"I wasn't expecting you to bow, but don't let me stop you," Thez quips.

>>65666
Checked

Breathing heavily for a moment, Bog glares at her before - with a quickened teleport - he vanishes and reappears 60' in the air, hovering effortlessly by use of his wings, central over the surrounded party.
"I'll destroy them all! Limbo-step can't be done twice in rapid session! Watch them all BURN" he yells at Thez, having accurately determined the ability that allows her to <whoooof> everywhere, and knowing its limitations. He begins chanting again, and a wave of flames explodes outward from his body, enveloping the whole area in a roaring inferno "".
At least, that's what he expected to happen. What he didn't know is that Limbo-Step (a Dimension Door spell-like ability) isn't the only ability that Thez has, its just the least taxing.
So when Bog teleported himself strategically over the party, intent on consuming them within the inferno's area of effect, he thought that there's no way Thez could close the distance in time (and he'd have been right, she'd have needed to start moving at full speed to pull that off). So when the inferno burst outward from him, we was most surprised indeed, when with a flash and a BLINK she appeared slightly behind him, driving a Sunder kick into one of his wings. With a sickening crunch, his wing failed him, both disrupting his spell and causing him to tumble toward the ground. Not finished, Thez unleashed a barrage of attacks in their fall, his excessively thick scales failing to prevent many of her precise and motivated strikes from landing.

Collapsing in a heap just outside the party, crushing several devils and sending others running to avoid his mass, Bog collapses in a heap just outside the protective field. Landing on the ground opposite him, Thez continues to taunt him as he wipes blood from his eyes.
"You haven't landed a single blow. Was getting beaten part of your plan?"
Seething with rage, Bog stammers in an attempt to come up with a suitable retort. His eyes twisted with fury, his expression suddenly calms.
"It wasn't until I remembered something. Starlight Glimmer is Best Pony."
Now as these Words of Blasphemy are uttered, a magical effect (several, actually) occurs. A shockwave almost, comprised of dark and evil energy blows outward. As it makes contact with the protective field around the party, a sizzling sound is the only warning that anyone inside has that the field would not protect them from this particular spell. As the wave makes contact with each character in succession, the Cloak of Chaos Addy had cast upon them gives them protection and spell resistance, but the level of spell in question - Bog has 44 HD - blows through and past the buffs that offers. In short, with a wave of malevolence everyone except for Thez and Lenos collapses and dies.
Not long, but an unknown amount of time later, the members of the party finds themselves coming awake. Thez and Lenos are holding a strategic distance from Bog, the three of them talking shit to one another as everyone else regains consciousness. The air is filled with little glowing scraps of what have the appearance of tissue paper. They drift gently through the air as though carried by a gentle breeze, and they drift deliberately toward and around the party. As they make contact, the glow fades away and the person appears to regain some amount of vitality. These strips are spewing constantly from the head of Thez' random stick, the tip of which has apparently been broken off. Strips fly out as though from a geyser, or perhaps a stream of insects hatching from a nest.
Thez and Lenos both bear a number of visible wounds and gashes, but Bog is all-but broken.
"This makes no sense. Your household was killed when I spoke Blasphemy! You should have lost your claim of challenge then!" Bog shrieks.
"Not that one. Remember how you could never kill me? No matter how effectively you and your goons laid traps and used formations and techniques, you could never quite beat me. I had a stone. It wasn't really all that powerful, but no matter how destroyed a person became, it would slowly put them back together. As long as I had that stone, I could not be killed, not without removing it. That stone is hers now," she says, pointing in the direction of Addy. "And unless you kill me, you'll never kill her! Lenos! Brownie Burp!"
And with a gesture resembling a salute, Lenos fills the area around Bog with a torrent of napalm. He does so in a spray, not designed to do direct damage, but to prevent immediate escape outside a quickened teleport. Which was the idea. And as he does so, Thez immediately follows suit. "Metsu," she says grimly, appearing in the air so that they're both at head-level, both hands held close holding a mass of sinister black energy.

And Bog is consumed by a blackened wave of destructive energy, his limbs shrivelling and scales darkening as though consumed in fire, his dying shrieks echoing throughout the now silent hall. The remaining devils present had not interfered in the fight, and were instead simply watching engrossed. As Thez lands not-so gracefully, she coughs up a viscous black liquid and stumble-steps a little.

>>65670
*runs over to thez*
*cure critical wounds*
"Holy shit you killed them! Amazing!"
*eats some of bogs corpse*

>>65671
No effect. In fact, she seems to be losing vitality. The broken stick falls from her hand, and as it clatters to the ground, the fountain of glowing strips ends.
"Take care of her. I was overwhelmed when you left; I may act rashly," she says, a visible stoop in her posture, and she spits out some more black fluid.

>>65672
"T-thez dont worry me can restore you,y- you can die."

>>65673
"Not this time," she says grimly. Seemingly weaker by the moment, she shuffles toward the ziggurat. "This was always a one-way trip for me. No sacrifices?" she laughs "What do you think will become of this world when you go back? Will it even exist?" choughs up more black-shit. "No. Its already done."
Standing before the base of the ziggurat she steels herself one last time, and steps forward onto the structure.
As she does so, a technicolor array of flames spread out along her feet, and up her legs, causing her to flinch involuntarily. She takes another step and then another, each step enveloping her body more fully in flames, the putrid smell of burned flesh filling the chamber. As she continues to plod along, the flames increase in intensity, melting her hair and causing her flesh to droop morbidly. Her progress becoming more difficult, standing in the midst of a personal tornado of magical fire, she takes the first of the last few steps toward the pedestal upon which rests that weird sphere, and collapses to the ground at its feet. Her body surrounded by impossible intensity of magic, she crawls the last few steps and places her hand on the sphere.
Almost immediately, the area disappears (to the party) with a resounding <CRACK>. As Thez' limbs fail her, and as she collapses in a heap at the base of the pedestal, she smiles. "It was him after all," she says, as the the entire timeline ceases to exist.

>>65674
F

>>65674
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thez!!!"

>>65676
*Pats back*

>>65677
*drops to knees in shock and terror*

Returning to our previous point of expedition, Cardashil. The last the party had seen, there was a hoard of blacks pouring over them. Elsewhere, Thez and Torcuil were phasing through the ground to approach Infernius' position from another angle. That was the point that the party was removed from the equation. Not having fully grasped the cause/means of their removal (at time of reversing it) Thez did not return them to the moment that they had left. She instead returned them to the first significant moment that she could recall from that day, other than losing herself to the unconscious fury that overwhelmed her.
<CRACK>
The first thing that can be observed is that this room is the portal room, outside the room with piles of rot. There are smears, streaks, spatter, bits, gore, and all sorts of other 'embellishments' such that instead of its pristine and sterile appearance before, it looks more the halfway point toward looking like the next room, with its piles upon piles of bodies and those things that cause/eat bodies.
A whimpering noise ceases almost immediately, as the party comes aware of their appearance on the scene.

Tracy holds up Bog's giant tail Barb, still twitching, above her head like it we're a giant fish as she neighs in triumph.
"I GOT IT!" She shouts, still panting from the tension

>>65679
"A-are we back?"

The slow slapping sound of something/someone covered in mud or slime sounds from the giant warehouse adjacent to this one, but other than that there are no sounds. The whole area i silent. Slowly into view walks a figure covered in foulness beyond my ability to depict. I mean we're talking about multiple levels of rot and decay and fermentation and,... its just bad. The whole area fills with an odor so foul that I should make characters roll saving throws, but I won't.

>>65682
Tracy just grunts at the smell, but she turns towards the figure, dropping the flopping trophy in her saddlebag.

>>65682
"Uh hello?"

>>65683
As the figure walks more into the light, you can see its a short figure, a little above 4' tall. It slowly, numbly almost, raises up revealing a pair of eyes. Thez' eyes, Infernius notices.
The eyes dart around robotically almost, until they come to rest on Infernius. They focus for a moment, then a quick barrage of micro-expressions before, with an astonished look (everything else is covered in 1/2"+ of filth so the eyes are the only descriptive characteristic) the mass sobs audibly.
"I'nis?"

>>65686
*hugs*
"Thez me am so glad to see you again!"

[1d20 = 16]
>>65687
Infernius is now liberally coated in filth as well.
"You were,... you were gone. I couldn't find you anywhere, I couldn't feel you anywhere. And you," she says glancing at Torcuil "You were gone, and there wasn't a trace of anyone. I looked for a trace. I looked all night for a trace. What time is it?" she says, losing coherence observably. Then her attention snaps back into focus, and she turns toward the dark shadow which everyone should know by now is Addy.
"YOU! You're from that LAST time! You WON'T get away!"
Thez, who appears to have been holding the quarterstaff (one of the things that when covered in filth broke up her sillhouette and made her seem less humanoid) attacks.

[1d20 = 10]
>>65688
*grapples*

[2d12+17 = 30]
[1d20 = 4]
>>65689
Counter-grapple to break
As Thez swings the staff, more like a sword than a double-ended stick (not that the former is ineffective, rather that's why she does it) th staff swiftly swings down on Addy, who weakly manages to raise her staff in defense. As she does so, and as the staves make contact, the one Addy is holding (which is vastly more worn, weathered, and old) snaps along the mid-line, ans she is thrown violently to the floor.

>>65690
"Stop! That's your daughter!"

Thez is unable to break Infernius' grapple and Addy collapses to her knees. "Mom?" she asks faintly, lifting her fingers to her lip and drawing back blood.
Thez slows in her struggles for a moment, and then increases in intensity (non consequentially).
"I don't know what's going on, but if you don't let me go right now,...."
>>65691
Not comprehending his words, but suddenly thinking for a moment, she looks to her own midsection. She struggles ineffectively a bit more, and while still beyond agitated, she stops struggling. Inwardly cursing herself for 'teaching' Infernius how to grapple, she spits out the words, "Let go of me! What's going on!"

>>65692
"That a long story! But short answer is we were thrown into the future where soros evil is law!, we made it back because you beat bogs in duel. This is our daughter Adeline Adoplha preston al thez, from the future."

>>65693
"Thats... fucking... absurd!" <whooof>
She appears away from Infernius, her staff in one hand and the folding saw in the other, both sufficiently disturbed of debris to make both distinguishable.
Addy sniffs, her adorable and velvety ears drooped in an expression of sadness that still doesn't comprehend the gravity of the situation, starts to sing.
https://youtu.be/gcBXn9hf8A8 [Embed]
The obvious accompaniment wouldn't be there initially, obviously, but that weird bard guy - that still hasn't been explained - can sense the general key and mode that the song is in, and starts in on his guitar.
As Adeline sings, a wasted expression of determination on her face, Thez' posture droops and loses its readiness.

Finishing the song, Addy dips her head and clutches herself, a stray tear falling as she does so.
"Where did,... where did you,... that song," Thez composes herself for a moment. "Who are you?"

>>65695
"Listen here thez your not gonna hurt addy. Shes been through hell and back....growing up without a father..."

>>65696
"Who is Addy?" she says, her hand unonsciously drifting toward her belly. "Do you know this person? I've seen them before, they snuck into the tower,... one time...." she says blushing deeply, evident even though her face is covered in slime.

>>65697
*points at addy probably throwing some slime on her *
"SHE is OUR Daughter FROM THE FUTURE! Without us*motions at the party* soros took over and..... it was bad,really bad."

With a nod from Trump, Fae swoops off into the giant warehouse of gore, while he fishes his Cardashil ID from his belongings. Booping it several times he is able to connect with That Bitch.
"OMFG, you're still alive!" comes the response.
>>65698
Thez again glares sternly at Addy, who stands head-bowed after singing. Thez shuffles closer,... then back a bit,... then closer,... and then back a bit. She stands there still ready to attack, but with a thoroughly confused expression on her face.
"Thez?" Addy says, clearly not used to the term, "I was told to give you this." and she holds out a thin round object. As Thez takes it, and turns it in her hands, it can be seen to be Thez' old disguise mask, except this one (obviously the future one) is covered in cracks, and the colors are inverted.
"You're supposed to put it on," Addy says after a moment, in a manner that suggests she expects to be punished for saying it.

>>65699
Tracy hisses at the sound of That Bitch's voice.
"A little warning would've been nice!" She shouts at the bitch who dropped the party into a warehouse full of niggers with no prior info

>>65700
"Would you have agreed otherwise?" she says disbelievingly, from aside.

>>65701
Tracy peers over the screen and flashes That Bitch a chilling look.

>>65699
"You sacrificed yourself so we could come back."

>>65702
Like a 'your ass would look great on my fireplace' look.
She then turn away in a huff, and does a headcount to make sure everyone's alive.

>>65703
The inspects the mask at length. Looking suspiciously at Addy, then around at everyone and lastly at Infernius, she puts the mask on. There's a momentary flash of light, from the underside of the mask. Its brightness exceeds that of the ambient lighting, and is directed right at Thez' face, since she just put the mask on. She twitches a couple times, and then collapses in a heap, unconscious.

>>65703
"Y-you burned alive after taking the throne of hell."
*collapses and weeps*

>>65705
"Fuck! Addy! What was that"
*rushes to thezs side*

>>65707
"I don't know! She told me to,... to give it,... back to her." Addy says, losing composure.
Over his ID, Trump continues to exchange with That Bitch.
"Of course I know the area is secure!" he shouts into it as Fae reenters the room and nods at him. Again he iterates, "Of course I know the area is secure!"
Moments later, the portal flares to life, and a bunch of otherwise worthless, but useful for background scenery individuals start streaming through, followed by That Bitch.

[1d20 = 6]
>>65705
Spellcraft check

>>65708
"Hey, hey its okay don't cry. Your moms tough if anyone can handle it she can."

As Thez falls to the floor and the mask slips from her face, it shatters as it hits the ground, with a sound suggesting that the material and the magic of the device had been utterly wasted.
>>65710
"Its okay,... she said that,... I wouldn't understand." Addy says, still clearly upset, but resolved to not allow herself to lose any more of her composure. She picks up the two staff halves and places them in the wrist-pack that Thez had given her, while producing and inspecting a ring. She sits for many moments looking at that ring.

>>65711
*hugs addy still covered in filth*
"Come on lets get back to tower."

>meanwhile, at the tower
"I'm home, my angel!" Tracy says, drawing out an enormous brush and busying herself with grooming Sam and Bunny

*angels

>>65715
[Happy birb noises]

Tracy feeds her birbs, and plays with them until they fall asleep (chicks sleep a lot).
She then trots around town, enjoying the fresh air of the port.
She stops by the barding shop and makes an order.

>>65717
Best birbs

Onlookers are stunned as they see a 30-ft long snake dragging a man dressed in plaid robes through the streets of Port Barry.

"BUT I GOTTA TALK TO DEATH"
>"You can talk to her when you inevitably die again, in the meantime it's billard night at the pub."
"LET ME GO!"

The onlookers consider if they should find the guard, a mental asylum, or both.

>>65724
Kek

>>65724
And here I was hoping to do more cinematics as the party returned to the Port,... alas.
So apparently everyone has flown back and we're skipping it. Xp

>>65726
Reeeeeee fug him gibe cinematics!!!!!

>>65726
Nah, we can do that. Just place that shit after the whole thing.
And ignore my autism, that always helps.

>>65728
Noticing how vague I was.
>That shit=my stupid scene
>The whole thing=your cinematic

>>65729
Im glad your alive desu

>>65728
Will do I'll include that tomorrow. Not planning on running the game this weekend, but I'm not opposed to it either, since it is a 3-day weekend. I'll just wait and see
>>65730
this, quit hiding faget

>>65731
I don't have any plans.

>>65731
Gibe cinematics

The party makes their way back to the airship after Trump engages in a lengthy tweet-thread with That Bitch. Apparently the party was not expected to survive the ordeal (not that it went anything like Cardashil could have anticipated), which is not unappreciated, but would not have been expected under any circumstance. As the party exits the city walls, Trump has a beaming smile on his face and an exaggerated stride to his step. Collecting on the airship, Infernius places Thez (still unconscious) in the lower decks, while others collect along the upper deck. Torcuil easily pilots the ship back toward Port Barry as the sun rapidly sets on the horizon.
Sorry, will gib moar suun

>>65740
*Brushes birdies before putting them back to bed*

As the airship turns toward the Port City, Addy has spent the whole time at the bow of the ship, examining a world of sights that she's never imagined or seen, all within just a few hours of reaching this time. She's not entirely sure that's what's going on, but that - however possible - seems to be the most probable outcome. After all,....
As the party docks the ship back at the port, the ship is flooded with cheering citizens, who are quite beside themselves with joy and celebration. Trump makes a comment about this being a reasonably acceptable reception to the upcoming Football game, and delights the crowd with a rousing speech about making big deals with big people all over the empire, about having just won so big that the people cannot imagine, and that they will keep on winning.
And then Sechs steps forward, flanked by those who had been lost previously. Those from the undead hoarde attack, those from the multiple seiges by devils and infernals,... every civilian, gestapo, general, and ally who had fallen was somehow standing there.
After a brief exchange of enthusiasm and celebration, it was quickly detailed that no one knew what or how they had been restored to life, only that they found themselves waking up in their beds, as though nothing had happened. Lazy writing, sure, but deal with it.
And so it was with the fallen Gestapo, who had rallied and herded the citizens during several catastrophes, and so with the fallen Generals, who's positions at the stadium had saved the populace. And so it was with the Fight Club, and their filthy whore counterparts, who were the first to raise arms against, and who were utterly wiped out by, the undead invasion from the Court.
In his astonishment, Trump can only ask the crowd one question.
"ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!"
To which a deafening cheer raises up. All their fears, reservations, and even the pains of loss had been blown away several times before, but this was something else. As evening grew, a large faction from Sparintenar arrived to watch the first Football game. They were well received and fast friends with the Barrians go with it, quite eager to finally end the decades of isolationism that had fallen upon most of the empire. The details of the Football game are to be determined and described at a later time, as trying to determine a metric for randomly generating a Football game (including a hilight reel) will take me some time. You can rest assured however, that it was a most magnificent day that would one day be legend.

>>65742
*grapples sechs*
"Me am so glad to see you! Me missed you."

>>65743
"Not as glad as me," he smiles, flanked by his wife, holding the had of a smiling 2-year old.

>>65744
*happy bull noises*

>>65742
Okay, I gotta ask the hard question here...

Were they all still hungry when they woke up?

>>65746
No, they were not still hungry. It was as though they had eaten a mighty feast.

>>65747
OP pls nerf

>>65747
Lucky bastards

Torc, not liking to be the center of attention, stay out of the way and as out of sight as possible.
Mr. Snek on the other hand, is enjoying his five minutes of fame.